The decision is minenWill I remain the same?nThe cost of getting forced into somethingnThat used to be a gamennThe fragments of joy, the fragments of faithnI can still recall when I feel thatnI'm present, I just knownIf there's anything to regret, I would've been toldnnCounting hours, counting daysnWill you listen, will you play?nIs there anyone, who can get it done?nTaking me back to the place that I once belongednnWhat if tomorrow was gently takennAway from me, away from me?nnAwaking the memoriesnWas I meant to get old?nRepressing the agoniesnStart breaking the moldnnWhen the faith comes back to lifenStill waiting for a constant thing to reactnBut I will save myself some of the timenKeep aiming for a constant thing to reactnAs the sleeper awakesnnMesmerized by the memories that walk by my sidenShelter comes easynAs soon as the sadness sets innBy an impulse the search will beginnnSearching, collecting all the things I possessnDetecting, the insight I've earned in distressnLearning, finally I know how to breathenTurning, turning away from the greednnSo unpleasant, it strikes whenever I callnSo relentless as I fallnA grand awakening will kill it allnNevertheless I'll be my own precious godnnI can't resistnThe things I've missednAnd I'll make surenIt will last this time, I will insistnnWhat if tomorrow was gently takennAway from me, away from me?nnAwaking the memoriesnWas I meant to get old?nRepressing the agoniesnStart breaking the moldnStart breaking the moldnnWhen the faith comes back to lifenStill waiting for a constant thing to reactnBut I'll save myself some of the timenKeep aiming for a constant thing to reactnAs the sleeper awakes